Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, some grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo on my empire
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to your daughter
my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm through all the talking
Your misery got bad
Fuck all been
It's LK,
All the I embody
You might get shot, but Johnny's nice cars
Tryna it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my weight the dome
The shit waited for ever since Brenda Song
you that I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no game, mad ruckus
like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and
Not the car, but the feature
Need the passport if you're riding with the
her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I won't tell who dropping
I'm of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my from the bleachers
But I'm too busy
up to deceased kings
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

And me
Busy in the jet like a
Julius built my
Y'all some liars
in the jet like a spitfire
Julius my empire
Y'all some grown
Y'all some grown